Boros stood there a moment, posing in his new body while looking down at the face of his shocked captive.
*That was reckless,* he thought. *From now on I should practice any new skill on something else other than myself. Ouroboric Transmutation… what a truly amazing skill. Breaking down the matter and reconstructing it. It has room for further testing.*
The female cultist on the bed murmured, voice barely above a whisper,
"What are you?"
Boros ignored her. He stepped forward, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up toward him, catching her by the waist before dropping onto the edge of the bed with her settled firmly on his lap.
He began his attack without hesitation. His hands took her heavy breasts, weighing their fullness before molding them to his will, thumbs rolling over the stiff peaks. Restrained moans slipped from her throat as he squeezed and kneaded the soft, warm flesh. Then he lifted her right arm, leaned in, and dragged his tongue slowly along the sensitive skin of her armpit.
She jolted in surprise.
"Don't—ah—lick there… it's dirty," she gasped, the words broken and trembling.
Boros paused, lips brushing her skin.
"Would you tell me your name if I stop?"
She turned her head away.
He resumed licking, slower this time, while his hands squeezed her ample breasts harder, fingers pulling and rolling her nipples upward.
"Ahgghhhhnh!"
Her body betrayed her. Her hips jerked hard as she came, hot jets of her arousal squirting across his thigh.
Boros lowered his fingers over her slick skin until they reached her entrance. Two digits pushed inside her drenched cunt, curling deep. A low, restrained moan vibrated through her as he pumped slowly, drawing out more of her wetness. He withdrew them, held them up to her flushed face, and licked the glistening fluid from his fingers with deliberate slowness.
"You came," he said.
He stood, shifted to the other side of the bed, and took hold of her legs, dragging her toward him. His nine-inch cock stood thick and heavy as he gripped it, eyes locked on her wide, shocked stare.
"It seems you're wet enough to take it."
He rubbed the swollen head up and down her slick folds, coating himself in her clear arousal, then pressed forward. The first slow inch stretched her open. She moaned, low and broken—"Ahhnng"—but he was barely halfway in. He kept moving, sinking deeper until blood trickled out around his shaft as he broke her hymen.
"Ohh… you're a virgin," Boros noted, voice calm.
"I'll make this quick."
With one powerful thrust he buried himself to the hilt, shattering the last resistance. Her walls clenched violently around him, impossibly tight and scorching hot.
*It's tight,*
He drew back slowly, letting her feel every thick inch of his shape molding her insides, then slammed back in with controlled force. Each thrust pulled almost all the way out—only the swollen head remaining inside—before he drove forward again, stretching her wide. His hands roamed up to play with her bouncing tits, pinching and rolling the sensitive nipples while he fucked her in steady, powerful strokes.
The cult woman could only moan, fingers twisting into the pillow as she took every deep thrust.
Boros grabbed her hands, laced their fingers together, and pulled her into a fierce French kiss. Their tongues battled hot and wet while he kept thrusting, the lewd squelching sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her soaked cunt filling the room.
After long minutes he broke the kiss, rose up, and gripped her waist. His pace turned rapid and relentless. Her body shook with every impact until they came together—she squirted violently around him, walls pulsing and milking his length as his first thick load flooded deep inside her, pulse after pulse, filling her completely.
Boros pulled out, his cock glistening with their mixed fluids. He looked down at the spent woman beneath him, then took her waist and flipped her onto her stomach. Dragging her hips back, he forced her up onto her hands and knees.
"You just came, didn't you?" she panted, voice shaky. "Let me rest a bit… my legs are weak."
Boros ignored her. One finger morphed into a thin needle and pricked the soft flesh of her ass.
"What are you talking about?" he said, voice low. "This is where we get started."
She gasped as heat bloomed through her body, head growing light, her pussy throbbing with fresh, aching need. "You! What did you do to my body?"
Boros aligned himself and drove in with one well-aimed thrust, burying every inch in a single stroke.
Mmmaghghhhhnh!
Her walls fluttered wildly around him as the loud, broken moan tore free.
*This feeling…* Boros thought, savoring the slick heat gripping him.
He resumed thrusting, building speed until his hips clapped loudly against her ass cheeks with every powerful stroke. The aphrodisiac took full hold; she stopped fighting the moans and let them spill freely, loud and needy, as he hammered into her again and again.
He slowed for a moment, massaging and spreading her ass cheeks, watching himself disappear inside her, then resumed the forceful penetration. One hand fisted in her black hair, pulling her up while the other wrapped around to squeeze and knead her bouncing breasts. Still buried deep, he leaned forward and whispered against her ear.
"What is your name?"
"Yelan… Vesper," she gasped, voice trembling with pleasure.
Boros smiled. "Good girls deserve a reward."
He let her drop back onto all fours, grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back, then increased the pace. The bed creaked violently under the relentless rhythm until they both shattered again. Yelan came hard, body spasming in violent jets of squirt that soaked the sheets while Boros flooded her a second time, thick ropes pumping deep. Her legs gave out and she fell forward, his cock sliding free with a wet pop as excess cum leaked from her gaping, twitching pussy.
Boros sat on the edge of the bed and gave her ass a firm slap.
"Finish what you started."
Yelan, still breathing hard, pushed herself up and crawled between his legs on the floor.
Boros grinned, light-green hair falling messily over his dual-layered eyes.
"Go on. We have a long night ahead."
Yelan nodded in acknowledgement, eyes glazed with lingering heat.